With Nate having detention for the third time in the week; a punishment handed to him as a result of playing hooky last Friday, the werewolf enters to room to see it jammed packed with several other students.
“Great,” the teacher minding the large crowd of unruly student; “which teacher did you tick off with all the Julie Stovall talk?”
“None,” Nate showing no humor in his voice; “my detention is from playing hooky.”
“Well,” the teacher sighing; “a fresh excuse. Name?”
“Nate Anderson.”
“Nate, Nate,” the teacher looking down his sheet; “ah yes, here we go. Take a seat. You know the drill. No talking, and all that other B.S.”
Nate rolls his eyes as he sees and empty seat. Thanks to his enhanced sense of smell; Nate was sitting next to a werehorse and a were-grizzly. Behind him was a normal. Opening up his homework, which was thankfully a light load today; Nate begins to work on it. Unbeknownst to him, the author of the strange love notes he was receiving in his locker was sitting in the back row, eyeing him; happily doodling hearts with the initials N.A and Z.N.
After spending an hour in detention; Nate leaves the school to head over and meet Jean Talbot’s family. Seeing the snow coming down for the first time, Nate was forced to drive slow as he went down the streets heading to the house Jean called home. Seeing the Talbots did not live far from his home; Nate felt a little relieved. Pulling up to the curb he gets out of his car. The crunch of snow underneath his shoes as he walks up to the door; Nate hesitates for a moment before knocking.
******
John Shaffer was enjoying a rare day off he had from his after school job working at Franklin catering. Sitting on a sofa in the small above garage apartment he called home; the lone werewolf was happily engaging in a text chat with one of the Bolton twins. Meeting Jesse and Kaley Bolton during last night’s were-panther gathering; the fourteen year old werewolf had a most enjoyable albeit brief moment of passion with the twin brown furred were-panthress’s.
Kaley: Been thinking of you none stop all day
John: Same here. But also with your sister as well.
Kaley: I really enjoyed our time last night. Want to hook up again?
John: When I have a night off yeah! I defiantly want to be with you and Jesse again.
Kaley: No. Just you and me. I don’t want to share you with my sister. You really rocked me good last night.
John: Okay. But I don’t want to get in the way of whatever sibling rivalry you two might have.
Kaley: lol it’s clear you are an only child.
John: Is that an issue?
Kaley: Nope. It just means more of you for me. :D
John gives a wolfish grin. In his fursona the fourteen year old six foot kid was already big for his age. In his werewolf fursona; John’s height topped of at a good seven feet. His piercing yellow lupine eyes and fur pattern marking as a timber wolf variant made him a scary sight to behold.
John: It’s a shame you don’t live in Moon Lake. We could be having fun right now. I have a rare day off from work.
Kaley: Think you can get a day off for Saturday? We could meet up then.
John: I don’t work Saturday’s, so my rocket is eager for that. ;)
Kaley: And I want it in me <3 We’ll meet Saturday. You know of the local diner?
John: I do. Their cooking tends to be greasy at times.
Kaley: It’s not their cooking I want. ;) It’s you I crave. <3
Kaley: Don’t forget. Saturday at the diner
John was definitely feeling aroused; his lupine member at full mast eager for attention, he takes a paw and starts to rhythmically rub the shaft up and down. Feeling his orgasm build; he increases in tempo as he pictures the were-panthress he mounted and knotted last night. Grunting as he feels his member twitch; John watches as his lupine penis shoots his seed; spurting on his paw and pooling around his crotch. John takes a tissue and cleans himself up. After enjoying his moment of self-pleasure; the werewolf gets up from the sofa he was lying on. John heads downstairs into the house proper and starts preparing a simple meal for himself and his aunt.
*****
After being greeted by Jean after Nate knocked on the door; He was ushered inside to see a man in his were-lion fursona as well as a woman and another male. Jean taking his coat and shoes; Nate was escorted to the kitchen where the were-lion got a closure look at him.
“Dad,” Jean looking disapprovingly; “stop trying to intimidate my friend.”
“Is Eric Anderson your younger brother,” Leon looking at the sixteen year old in front of him.
“He is,” Nate answers; “why ask me that?”
“I’ll be meeting him tomorrow,” Leon states; “I happen to be the werelion rep for the elder council. We are holding and emergency session to deal with Julie Stovall’s statue 1A charges.”
“Well that’s good to know,” Nate answering; “always found Julie to be a bit flaky, even when she and Eric were dating for a time.”
“Is your brother a wer-mer,” Leon asking?
“No,” Nate answers; “he is a were panther. He was inducted into the were-panther pride last night.”
“So Julie never actually succeeded in turning Eric,” Leon probing.
“She attempted twice,” Nate answers; “that’s what I know.”
“Alright dad,” Jean looking impatient; “enough with the council business for one night. Let me introduce Nate to mom and Peter.”
“Fine,” Leon giving a toothy smile through his werelion maw; “diner will be ready in thirty minutes.”